Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.